darkgreen-murmur-suggestion:

There once was a mirror,

now shattered on an antique floor;

it showed every thing with a spirit or soul

and it showed me everything and more.

It showed me every person, creature and stone.

Every ghost and greenery,

every person and pet now gone.

Every god and hero forgotten,

but not by me.

fearof-theunknown-blog: Estonian Gods Estonian mythology is a complex of myths belonging the Estonian folk heritage and literary mythology. Some traces of the oldest authentic myths may have survived in runic songs. There is a song about the birth of the world – a bird lays three eggs and starts to lay out the nestlings – […]

holy, holy, holy. these are the words he murmurs into your skin, language of prayer, language of divinity, language of worship. holy, holy, holy. he whispers it into your crook of your neck, rolls the words into the hollow of your throat, into your bones, into your sharp edges. holy, holy, holy. a mantra. a […]

Positive Things in Estonian

aceprocrastination:

Things to say to yourself: 


Ma olen tubli – I am good 

Ma saan sellest läbi – I will get through this 

Ma armastan ennast – I love myself 

Ma olen tähtis – I am important 


Things to say to someone else: 


Sa oled ilus – you are beautiful

Sa oled tark – you are intelligent

Sa oled tugev – you are strong

Ma armastan sind – I love you 

Palju õnne – congratulations; lots of happiness [to you] 

On life: 


Elu on hea – life is good

Ela veel – live on; keep living

Kõik on hea – everything is good

Tuleviku plaane ei saa teha mineviku järgi – future plans can not be made based on the past; i,e don’t let your past dictate your future 

Misc (beautiful things): 

Hommiku taevas – morning sky 

Öö taevas – night sky 

Tähted – stars 

Pehme tuul – soft wind 

Päike – sun 

Kuu – moon 

Tüdrukud – girls 

Poisid – boys 

Naer – laugh 

Elu – life 

Arm – love 

Loodus – nature 

Muusika – music 

Kunst – art 

Värvid – colors 

Kirjandus/literatuur – literature

Ilusad sõnad – beautiful words 

Sina – you 

We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone. Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind’s Twelve Quarters  (via a-witches-brew) Source: empty-swimming-pool